Sunday, July 19, 2015

When the 7-year old comes skating across the kitchen floor in his socks to announce, "I have a song stuck in my head,"it is probably best to just say, "Oh, sorry."Because if you say, "What song?"the answer is very likely to be something like this:I am better than A noisy coward walking on the floor."STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!" goes the coward.Papa loves me,Papa loves me,Papa looooooooves me!Which, of course, will force you to point out that, "That is not a song. You cannot have that stuck in your head because there is no such song. That is not a thing! That is NOT a song, and that is NOT stuck in your head!"

Whereas your husband will cut to the chase: "Let me wrestle you a second, and then brush your teeth and get your pajamas on."

Of course, the entire journey from the kitchen to the upstairs bathroom will take said 7-year old just long enough to sing approximately 1 1/2 rounds of said NOT-song at the top of his lungs.And now, two hours later, I must admit that there is a certain "stickiness" that this musical non-number does have."STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!" goes the coward.Da-da-dum-dee,Da-da-dum-dee,Da-da-duuuuuuuuuuum-dee...